Hey, it's not funny, my friend
We'll laugh at what's funny, my friend
Not at what you like, not again
No, not at that same old friend
And one day, you'll tell me you've loved
Nothing will seem funny or just
Just all of what's answered is good
And all unloved must love, they must!
So if you knew you loved her, my friend
It would be happy, but not the end
Because its entice is unfair
Just as the black, the black is her hair
And she'll live on and love on till dawn
Unfinished, dainty and drawn
Drawn to all who loved her in vain
For pain is love as love is pain
